by SpikesKat
The rustle of fabric and an exaggerated zip in the silence and then…
“You’re wet, Slayer,” Spike smirked, the head of his cock teasing her opening.
“Thought that was a prerequis— Oh!”
“Not… always. But, oh… bloody hell.” A groan, possibly a moan, as he finally sheathed himself inside her pussy. “So fucking hot.”
“Shut up and fuck me already. You’re starting to kill the mood.”
“Couldn’t kill the mood if I tried. And you love it when I talk dirty to you.”
“Oh. Oh. Oh… Ohhh…! Ow. Ow! Brick… The brick. Wall. Ouch!”
“Now who’s the one killin’ the mood. Jus’ shut up and let me concentrate here.”
“Concentrate?” she hissed, affront eclipsing the pleasure of Spike moving inside her.
“Well, yeah. All that yammerin’ you’re doin’… ’s throwin’ off my rhythm.”
“Excuse me if the brick wall… umph… digging into my… umph… back hurts. No… Don’t stop!”
“Make up your bloody mind, Slayer.”
“Move… just… yeah… like that.
“Like this.”
“Yeah. Oh! Do that again. With your hips. That— yeah. Mmmm…”
“That?”
“Uh huh… do it again.”
“This? Or how ‘bout this?”
“That… no wait… both. Do both.”
“Greedy li’l wench, aren’cha?”
“Mmmm hmmm… more.”
“More?”
“Uh huh… Just… watch the bricks. ‘kay?”
The End
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